𝐎𝐡 𝐌𝐲 𝐌𝐚𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐫

33

It was somewhat sweet, like almond and vanilla that affluent her senses. Felicitous, in a cozy blanket. Safe cherished being vulnerable with her companion. Comforting affection renders a warm sensation and clicking of heels displays the presence. 

She nearly flinched when the loud breathless voice pitched from the stacked bookcases. “I found it!” Jennie was enthusiastic and so were her steps 

“Oh?” She mustered back glancing up, the young girl swallowed down for her life when the elder coy eyes solicited with hers. Practically shoving the thick rusty book in her hands Jennie leaned back by her side. “Should I start from the beginning?” flipping the pages of prologues Lisa asks

Jennie takes hold of the book and scans through the pages she points to a specific quotation. “Here, read it for me.”

She cleared her throat adhering to instructions and read out. The soft mouthpiece honeyed soliloquizing into the unbound space. Now and then each, less she glanced up only to be reverent by nothing but pure adoration from her very fascinated audience who barely held back their excitement.

“In very mysterious days I did not like her. I experienced a strange intense excitement, that was pleasurable ever and anon mingled with a vague sense of fear and disgust.”

Disgust? She stopped whose book was she reading again and why did the protagonist use these words to describe whom? Their lover? She tried to look for the next words that imperil to fluctuate between sentences on their own.

“I had no distinct thoughts about her while such moments lasted but I was conscious of my admiration … that is growing into love.” she pauses. “And also of abhorrence. This is a paradox I know, but I can no longer make attempts to explain this feeling.”  

“Next paragraph,” Jennie commands 

Her throat dried fairly; the passage was harder to attain without her spectacles but she obliged. The end is near.

“Sometimes after hours of coldness, my strange beautiful companion would take my hand and hold it with a fondness I-uh…” Lisa choked on the sentences when delicate fingers grazed along her shoulders. She blinked trying to focus on the words. “ I-i r-renewed again and again, blushing calmingly, her gazes on my face with languid burning eyes and breathing so fast that her dress rose and fell with tumultuous respiration,”

Jennie Kim being behind is not helping her to maintain her composure which is very to be left off. How infatuating. Her eyes were glued to the pages the ink looked to be brimming by now 

“Come on don’t be a cliffhanger,” the brunette’s voice drawls in delight closer to her cheek as she leans with glowing eyes squeezing Lisa’s shoulder lightly. She did seize a sort of entertainment in this spellbinding torture. Cruel.

Shuddering a breath, she flaps in the drowning water. “It was like the ardor of a lover. It embarrassed me it was hateful yet powering with her captivating eyes she drew me to her...and—”

Jesus! tongue-tied her cheeks burn red hot. The words aren’t coming out, promptly a new level of panic quivers down her spine as her eyes skim the next leftover lines. An unfamiliar scent heady and intoxicated forces her thorax to block the source of air. Awear of the gentle brushes of breeze she retained her eyes to drift down on the svelte fingers of the latter.

“Her cold lips trail along my burning skin with kisses,” Jennie moans, lips rapture against the side of the younger cheek forming imprints of ownership. “And she would whisper, ever in sobs, My Darling…”

Lisa quacks fidgeting in her place as a hand tugs her blonde strands and pulls her head back. “You are mine,” the voice snarls against her ear shell. “You shall be mine,” with a hard yank she arches a breathy noise. “ You and I are one. Forever. And ever.” Giving a good measure of time. She felt a low chuckle. Jennie kissed the back of her head before a query came. “What do you think of Admiration growing into love?”